515. FATIGUE-from severe or hard labor, | Laconics. 1. We too often form hasty opingives a general languor to the body; the counte-ions, from external appearances, assumed merely dance is dejected, the arms hang listless; the for deception, by the wolf in sheep's clothing. 2. body, (if not sitting, or lying along,) stoops as in old age; the legs, if walking, drag heavily along, While prosperity gilds your days, you may reckon and seem, at every step, to bend under the weight many friends; but, if the clouds of adversity deof the body; the voice is weak, and hardly arti- scend upon you, behold, they flee away. 3. Cow culate enough to be understood. ards boast of their fancied prowess, and assume an appearance of courage, which they do not possess. 4. The life of the true christian, is not one of melancholy, and gloominess; for he only resigns the pleasure of sin, to enjoy the pleasure of hoiness. 5. The blessings of peace cannot be too highly prized, nor the horrors of was too earnestly deprecated; unless the former is obtained, and the latter-averted, by a sacrifice of principle. 6. The conqueror is regarded with awe, and the learned man commands our esteem; but the good man atne is beloved.

I see a man's life is a tedious one:
I've tir'd myself, and for two nights, together-
Have made the ground my bed. I should be sick,
Bu: that my resolution helps me. Milford-
When from the mountain-top Pisanio show'd thee,
Thou wast within my ken. Ah me! I think
Foundations-fly the wretched; such, I mean,
Where they should be relieved.

516. GRAVITY,-seriousness, as when the mind is fixed, or deliberating on some important subject, smooths the countenance, and gives it an air of melancholy; the eye-brows are lowered, the eyes cast downwards, and partially closed, or raised to heaven the mouth shut, the lips composed, and Sometimes a little contracted: the postures of the body and limbs composed, and without much mo.on; the speech, if any, slow and solemn, and the voice without much variety.

Fathers! we once again are met in council:
Cesar's approach hath summoned us together,
And ROME-attends her fate-from our resolves.
How shall we treat this bold, aspiring man?
Success-still follows him, and backs his crimes:
PHARSALIA-gave him Rome. EGYPT-has since
Received his yoke, and the whole Nile is Cesar's.
Why should I mention Juba's overthrow,
Or Scipio's death? Numidia's burning sands
Still smoke with blood;-'tis time we should decree
What course to take; our foe advances on us,
And envies us even Lybia's sultry deserts.
Fathers, pronounce your thoughts; are they still
To hold it out, and fight it to the last?
Or, are your hearts subdued at length, and wrought,
By time and ill success, to a submission? Sempro-

Anecdote. How to prize good Fortune. In the year preceding the French revolution, a servant girl, in Paris, drew a prize of fifteen hundred pounds. She immediately called on the parish priest, and generously put two hundred louisd'ors into his hands, for the relief of the most indigent and industrious poor in the district; accompanying the donation with this admirable and just observation, "Fortune could only have been kind to me, in order that I might be kind to others."

Thy words-had such a melting flow,

And spoke of truth, so sweetly well,
They dropp'd-like heaven's serenest snow,
And all was brightness-where they fell.
Can gold-gain friendship? Impudence of hope!
As well mere man-an angel might beget;
Love, and love only, is the loan for love.
Lorenzo pride repress; nor hope to find
A friend, but who has found a friend in thee.
All-like the purchase; few-the price will pay;
And this makes friends-such miracles below.

Honor and Virtue. Honor is unstable, and seldom the same; for she feeds upon opinion, and is as fickle as her food. She builds a lofty structure on the sandy foundation of the esteem of those who are of all be

[fix'dings the most subject to change. But virtue
is uniform and fixed, because she looks for
approbation only from Him, who is the same
yesterday-to-day-and forever. Honor is
the most capricious in her rewards. She feeds
us with air, and often pulls down our house,
to build our monument. She is contracted
in her views, inasmuch as her hopes are root-
ed in earth, bounded by time, and terminated
by death. But virtue is enlarged and infinite
in her hopes, inasmuch as they extend be-
yond present things, even to eternal; this is
their proper sphere, and they will cease only
in the reality of deathless enjoyment. In the
storms, and in the tempests of lite, honor is
not to be depended on, because she herself
partakes of the tumult; she also is buffeted
by the wave, and borne along by the whirl-
wind. But virtue is above the storm, and has
an anchor sure and steadfast, because it is cast
into heaven. The noble Brutus worshiped
honor, and in his zeal mistook her for virtue.
In the day of trial he found her a shadow and
a name. But no man can purchase his virtuo
too dear; for it is the only thing whose value
must ever increase with the price it has cost
Our integrity is never worth so much as
when we have parted with our all to keep it.
Similitudes-are like songs in love;
They much describe, tho' nothing prove.

True Eloquence, is good sense, delivered in a natural and unaffected way, without the artificial ornament of tropes and figures. Our common eloquence is usually a cheat upon the understanding; it deceives us with appearances, instead of things, and makes us think we see reason, whilst it is only tickling our sense.

Essential honor must be in a friend,

Not such as every breath fans to and fro;
But born within, is its own judge and end, (know.us.
And dares not sin, though sure that none should
Where friendship's spoke, honesty 's understood;
For none can be a friend that is not good.


517. CONFIDENCE, COURAGE, BOASTING-is have lions and tigers to rule over you? hope elated, security of success in obtaining its Know you not that cruelty-is the attribute object; and cOURAGE is the contempt of any unavoidable danger in the execution of what is re- of wild beasts; clemency-that of man? solved upon: in both, the head and whole body Varieties. 1. There is no person so lit are erected rather gracefully, the breast projectle, but the greatest may sometimes need his ted, the countenance clear and open, the accents strong, round, full-mouthed, and not too rapid; assistance: hence, we should all exercise the voice firm and even. BOASTING,exagger- clemency, when there is an opportunity, to ates these appearances by loudness, blustering wards those in our power. This is illustraand railing, what is appropriately called swaggering; the eye-brows drawn down, the face ted by the fable of the mouse and the lion. red and bloated, mouth pouts, arms placed a- when the lion became entangled in the toils kimbo, foot stamped on the ground, large strides 'n walking, voice hollow, thundering, swelling of the hunter, he was released by the mouse, into bombast; head often menacingly, right fists which gnawed asunder the cords of the net clenched, and sometimes brandished at the per- in consideration of having been spared his son threatened. own life, by the royal beast, on a former occasion. 2. It is a universal principle-that an essence cannot exist out of its form; nor be perceived out of its form; nor can the quality of a form be perceived, till the form itself is an object of thought: hence, if an essence does not present itself in form, so that its form can be seen in thought, it is totally impossible to know anything about, or be affected with, that essence. 3. The truths

Base men, that use them, to so base effect:
But ruer stars-did govern Proteus' birth:
His words-are bonds; his oaths-are oracles;
His love-sincere; his thoughts—immaculate:
His tears-pure messengers-sent from his heart,
His heart--as far from fraud as heaven from earth.
518. GIVING OR GRANTING,-when done with
an unreserved good will, is accompanied with a
benevolent aspect, and kind tone of voice: the
right hand open, with the palm upward, extend
ing toward the person favored, as giving
what he asks; the head at the same time inclin-
ing forward, as indicating a benevolent dispo-
sition and entire consent: all indicative of how
heartily the favor is granted, and the benefac-
tors joy in conferring it.


If I have too severely punished you,
Your compensation makes amends; for I
Have given you here a thread of mine own life,
Or that for which I live, whom once again
I tender to thy hand; all thy vexations
Were but my trials of thy love, and thou
Hast strangely stood the test. Here, afore heav'n,
I ratify this my rich gift: Ferdinand,
Do not smile at me, that I boast her off;
For thou wilt find she will outstrip all praise,
And make it halt behind her.
Then-as my gift-and thine own acquisition--
Worthily purchas'd-take-my DAUGHTER.
Impatience. In those evils which are al-
lotted to us by Providence, such as deformity,
privation of the senses, or old age, it is al-
ways to be remembered, that impatience can
have no present effect, but to deprive us of
the consolations which our condition admits,
by driving away from us those by whose con-
versation or advice we might be amused or
helped and that, with regard to futurity, it
is yet less to be justified, since, without les-
sening the pain, it cuts off the hope of that
reward, which He, by whom it is inflicted,
will confer upon those who bear it well.

Anecdote. Clemency. Alphonsus, king of Naples and Sicily, so celebrated in history for his clemency, was once asked, why he was so favorable to all men; even to those most notoriously wicked? He replied, "Because good men are won by justice; the bad, by clemency." Some of his ministers complained to him, on another occasion, of this clemency; when he exd aimed "Would you

of religion, and the truths of science, are of different orders; though sometimes blended, yet never actually confounded: theology—is the sun, and science-the moon-to reflect its light and glory.

My Mother. Alas, how little do we appreciate a mother's tenderness while living! How heedless, are we, in youth, of all her anxieties and kindness! But when she is dead and gone; when the cares and coldness of the world come withering to our hearts; when we experience how hard it is to find true sympathy, how few love us for ourselves, how few will befriend us in our misfortunes; then it is, that we think of the mother we have lost.

The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art,
Reigns-more or less, and glows—in every heart:
The proud-to gain it, toils on toils endure,
The modest—shun it—but to make it sure.

Think not the good,

The gentle deeds of mercy-thou hast done,
Shall die forgotten all; the poor, the prisoner,
The fatherless, the friendless, and the widow,
Who daily-own the bounty of thy hand,

Shall cry to heaven, and pull a blessing on thee.
Tir'd Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep!
He, like the world, his ready visits pays

Where Fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakas

Swift on his downy pinions, flies from grief.

In Nature there's no blemish, but the mind;
None can be call'd deformed, but the unkind:
Virtue is beauty; but the beauteous-evil
Are empty trunks, o'erflourish'd by the devil.
Can chance of seeing first, thy title prove
And know'st thou not, no law is made for love?
Law is to things, which to free choice relate;
Love is not in our choice, but in our fate:
Laws are but positive; love's power, we see,
Is Nature's sanction, and her first degree.

520. GRATITUDE-puts on an aspect full of comlacency; (see Love;) if the object of it be a character greatly superior, it expresses much submission: the right hand is open with the fingers spread, and press'd upon the breast just over the heart, expresses, very appropriately, a sin

cere and hearty sensibility of obligation. The engraving represents the deep-felt emotions of a noble mind.

O great Sciolto! O my more than father!
Let me not live, but at thy very name,
My eager heart springs up, and leaps with joy.
When I forget the vast, vast debt I owe thee,
(Forget-but 'tis impossible,) then let me
Forget the use and privilege of reason-
Be banish'd from the commerce of mankind,
To wander in the desert, among brutes,
To bear the various fury of the seasons,
The midnight cold, and the noontide scorching heat,
To be the scorn-of earth, and curse of heaven.


521. A man is never the less an artist, for not having his tools about him; or a musician, because he wants his fiddle: nor is he the less brave, because his hands are bound, or the worse pilot, for being upon dry ground. If I only have will to be grateful, I am so. gratitude is a necessary, and a glorious, so also is it an obvious, a cheap, and an easy virtue: so obvious, that wherever there is life, there is place for it: so cheap, that the covetous man may be gratified without expense: and so easy, that the sluggard may be so likewise

without labor.

To the generous mind, The heaviest debt-is that of gratitude, When 'tis not in our power to repay it. Tis the Creator's primary great law, That links the chain of beings to each other, Joining the greater to the lesser nature. When gratitude-o'erflows the swelling heart, And breathes in free and uncorrupted praise For benefits received, propitious heaven Takes such acknowledgments as fragrant incense, And doubles all its blessings.

Anecdote. The bill of indictment, preferred against John Bunyan, author of Pilgrin's Progress, &c., was as follows: "John Bunyan hath devilishly and perniciously abstained from coming to church, to hear divine service, and is a common upholder of several unlawful meetings and conventicles, to the disturbance and distraction of the good subjects of this kingdom, contrary to the laws of our sovereign lord the king," &c., was convicted, and imprisoned twelve years and six months.

Azd too bad of the right, to pursue the expedient.

Views of Truth. We see truths through the medium of our own minds, as we see objects around us thro' the atmosphere; and, of course, we see them not as they are in themselves, but as they are modified by the quality of the medium thro' which we view them; and, as the minds of all are different, we must all have different views of any particular truth; which is the reason, that differences of opinion exist, and always will exist: hence, it is no argument against truth, that men have different views of it; and because they must have different views, it is no reason why they should quarrel about their opinions; for good uses, and not matters of opinion, are the touch-stone of fellowship. Thus it is, that the all of religion relates to life, and the life of religion is to do good, from a love of doing good. While we agree, and are united in doing good, we should not fight among ourselves, about mere matters of opinion; still, we must not be indifferent about them; for truth is necessary to give form to goodness; and every good person will naturally desire to know the truth, that he may regulate his conduct by it; and thus, acquire the greatest and highest degree of goodness.

Varieties. 1. The young-are slaves to novelty; the old-to custom. 2. The volume of nature, is the book of knowledge, and he becomes the wisest, who makes the best selections, and uses them properly. The greatest friend of truth-is time; her greatest enemy-prejudice; and her constant companion is humility. 4. The best means of establishing a high reputation is-to speak well, and act better. 5. Be studious, and you will be learned; be industrious and frugal, and you will be rich; be sober and temperate, and you will be healthy; be virtuous, and you will be happy. 6. He, who governs his passions, does more than he, who commands armies. Socrates, being one day offended with his servant, said, "I would beat you, if I were not angry. 7. The best mode of gaining a high reputation, is-to be-what you appear to be. Like birds, whose beauties languish, half conceal'd, Till, mounted on the wing, their glossy plumes, Expanded, shine with azure, green, and gold; How blessings brighten-as they take their flight Deep-as the murmurs of the falling floods; Sweet-as the warbles of the vocal woods: The list ning passions hear, and sink, and rise, As the rich harmony, or swells, or dies! The pulse of avarice-forgets to move; A pure rapture-fills the breast of love; Devotion-lifts to heav'n a holier eye, And bleeding pity-heaves a softer sigh. I, solitary, court The inspiring breeze, and meditate upon the book Of nature, ever open; aiming thence, Warm from the heart, to learn the moral song.

A dark, cold calm, which nothing now can break,
Or warm, or brighten ;-like that Syrian lake,
Upon whose surface, morn and summer shed
Their smiles in vain; for all beneath is dead.
All is silent-twas my fancy!

Still- the breathless interval-between the flash and thundr


522. To act a Passion properly, we must Laconics. 1. When we behold a 'ull grown never attempt it, until the imagination has conceived clearly and distinctly, a strong and vivid idea of it, and we feel its influence in our inmost soul; then, the form, or image of that idea, will be impressed on the appropriate muscles of the face, and communicate, instantly, the same impressions to the muscles of the body; which, whether braced, or relaxed, (the idea being either active or passive,) by impelling, or retarding the flow of the affection, will transmit their own sensation to the voice, and rightly dispose the proper ges



[Danes !

A generous few, the vet'ran hardy gleanings Of many a hapless fight, with Heroic fire, inspirited each other, Resolved on death; disdaining to survive Their dearest country. "If we fall," I cried, "Let us not tamely fall, like passive cowards; No let us live, or let us die like MEN; Come on, my friends, to Alfred we will cut Our glorious way; or, as we nobly perish, Will offer, to the genius of our country, Whole hecatombs of Danes." As if one soul had moved them all, Around their heads, they flashed Their flaming falchions-"Lead us to those Our country! VENGEANCE!" was the gen'ral cry! 523. PASSIONS. 1. The passions and desires, like the two twists of a rope, mutually mix one with the other, and twine inextricably round the heart; producing good, if moderately indulged; but certain destruction, if suffered to become inordinate. 2. Passion is the great mover and spring of the soul: when men's passions are strongest, they may have great and noble effects; but they are then also, apt to lead to the greatest evils.

Anecdote. Pungent Preaching. An old man being asked his opinion of a certain sermon, replied, "I liked it very well, except that there was no pinch to it. I always like to have a pinch to every sermon." Want is a bitter and a hateful good, Because its virtues are not understood. Yet many things, impossible to thought, Have been, by need, to full perfection brought. The daring of the soul proceeds from thence, Sharpness of wit, and active diligence; Prudence at once, and fortitude it gives, And, if in patience taken, mends our lives; For even that indigence which brings me low Makes me myself, and him above, to know; A good which none would challenge, few would A fair possession,wnich mankind refuse. [choose, If we from wealth to poverty descend, Want gives to know the flatterer from the friend. The darts of love, like lightning, wound within, And, tho' they pierce it, never hurt the skin; They leave no marks behind them where they fly, Tho' thro' the tend'rest part of all, the eye. Darkness-the curtain drops on life's dull scene

man, in the perfection of vigor and health, and the splendor of reason and intelligence, and are informed that "God created man in his own image, after his own likeness;" we are attracted with tenfold interest to the examination of the object, that is placed before us, and the structure of his mind and body, and the succinct develop ments of the parts and proportions of each. 2. A workingman without tools, tho' he has the best designs and most perfect practical skill, can do do nothing with the best of tools; and without nothing useful; without skill, his design could design, his skill and tools would be both inoperative thus again, three distinct essentials are seen to be necessary in every thing.

Mercy! I know it not,-for I am miserable;
I'll give thee misery, for here she dwells,
This is her home, where the sun never dawns,
The bird of night-sits screaming o'er the roof;
Grim spectres-sweep along the horrid gloom;
And naught is heard, but wailing and lamenting.
Hark! something cracks above! it shakes! it totters!
And the nodding ra falls to crush us!

'Tis fallen! 'tis here! I felt it on my brain!
A waving flood-of bluish fire swells o'er me!
And now, 'tis out; and I am drowned in blood!
Ha! what art thou? thou horrid, headless trunk!
It is
Away! I go: 1 fly: I follow thee!
my Hastings:-see! he wafts me on;

Varieties. 1. Can actions be really good, unless they proceed from good motives? 2. By doubting, we are led to think; or, consider whether it be so, and to collect reasons, and thereby to bring that truth rationally into our minds. 3. The effects of music-are produced directly upon the affections, without the intervention of thought. 4. What shall we do, to obtain justice, when we are injur. ed? Seek recompense at law, if at all. 5. Suppose a person insults us in such a manner, that the law cannot give us redress?

Then forgive him. 6. In the Lord, are infi-
nite love, infinite wisdom, and infinite power
or authority,-which three essential attri
butes-constitute the only God of heaven
and earth. 7. The New Testament was di-
vided into verses, in 1551, by Robert Stevens,
for the convenience of reference to a Concor-
dance; and the Old Testament is supposed
to have been divided into verses, about the
same time; those divisions, of course, are of
no authority; nor are the punctuations.
All live by seeming.

The beggar begs with it, the gay courtier
Gains land and title, rank and rule, by seeming
The clergy scorn it not, and the bold soldier
Will eke with it his service. All admit it,
All practice it; and he, who is content
With showing what he is, shall have small credi
In church, or camp, or state. So wags the world
What is this world? Thy school, O misery!
Our only lesson, is-to learn to suffer;
And he who knows not that, was born for nothing

524. DESPAIR. Shakspeare has most exqui- | saw a spider climbing up one of the rafters ; Bitely depicted this passion, where he has drawn the insect fell, but immediately made a second cardinal Beaufort, after a most ungodly life, dying in despair, and terrified with the murder of duke attempt to ascend; and the hero saw, with Humphrey, to which he was accessory. The first regret, the spider fall the second time; it then example is Despair, the second, Despair and Re- made a third unsuccessful attempt. With much interest and concern the monarch saw


If thou be'st Death, I'll give thee England's treasures,
Enough to purchase such another island,
So thou wilt let me live, and feel no pain.
Bring me to my trial, when you will;

Died he not in his bed? where should he die?
Can I make men live, whether they will or no?
Oh! torture me no more; I will confess.
Alive again? then show me where he is;
I'll give a thousand pounds to look upon him.
He hath no eyes,-the dust-hath blinded them;
Comb down his hair; look! LOOK! it stands upright,
Like lime-twigs-to catch my winged soul;
Give me some drink, and bid the apothecary
Bring in the strong poison, that I bought of him.
Henceforth-let no man-trust the first false step
To guilt. It hangs upon a precipice,
Whose deep descent, in fast perdition ends.

the spider baffled in its aim twelve times; but the thirteenth essay was successful; when the king, starting up, exclaimed, "This despicable insect has taught me perseverance I will follow its example. Have I not been twelve times defeated by the enemy's supcrior force? On one fight more hangs the independence of my country," In a few days, his anticipations were realized, by the glorious victory at the battle of Bannockburn, and the defeat of Edward the Second.

Varieties. 1. The bee-rests on natural flowers, never on painted ones, however inimitably the color may be laid on; apply this to all things. 2. The rapidity with which the body may travel by steam, is indicative of How far am I plunged down, beyond all thought, the progress which the mind is about to make;

Which I this evening framed!

Consummate horror! guilt-beyond a name!
Dare not my soul repent. In thee, repentance

and improvements in machinery-represent those which are developing in the art of teach

Were second guilt, and 'twere blaspheming heavening. 3. Equal and exact justice to all, of
To hope for mercy. My pain can only cease
When gods want power to punish. Ha! the dawn!
Rise, never more, O! sun! let night prevail.
Eternal darkness-close the world's wide scene:
And hide me-from myself.


525. GRIEF is disappointment, devoid of hope; but muscles braced instantly, imply hope strongly and a spirited vivacity in the eye, is the effect of pleasure and elevation. They are inconsistent with a passion that depresses, which grief manifestly does; because depression slackens the neta, and unbraced nerves deject the looks and air, necessarily; therefore, a relaxed mien, and languid eye, form the truest picture of natural sorrow. The smaller engraving represents vacant grief, and the other deep silent grief. I'll go, and, in the anguish of my heart, Weep o'er my child,—if he must die, my life Is wrapt in his; and shall not long survive; Tis for his sake, that I have suffered life, Grained in captivity, and outlived Hector, Yes, my As-ty-a-nax! we will go together; TOGETHER-to the realms-of night-we'll go. Anecdote. Lesson from a Spider. King Robert Bruce, the restorer of the Scottish monarchy, being out one day reconnoitering the army, lay alone in a barn. In the morning, still reclining on his pillow of straw, he

whatever state, or persuasim, religious and
political. 4. What is matter? and what are
its essential properties, and what its primeval
form? 5. How much more do we know of
the nature of matter, than we do of the essen-
tial properties of spirit? 6. What is the ori-
gin of the earth, and in what form did it
originally exist,-in a gaseous, or igneous
form? 7. Everything that exists, is designed
to aid in developing and perfecting both body
and mind: the universe is our school-house.

DESPAIR makes a despicable figure, and descends from a mean
original. "Tis the offspring of fear, of laziness, and impatience;
it argues a defect of spirit and resolution, and oftentimes of hon
exty too. I would not despair, unless I saw my misfortune record-
ed in the book of fate, and signed and sealed by necessity.
I am not mad; this hair I tear is mine;
My name is Constance; I was Goffrey's wife;
Young Arthur-is my son,-and he is lost.
I am not mad; I would to heaven I were;
For then, 'tis like I should forget myself.
Oh, if I could, what grief-I should forget!
Preach some philosophy—to make me mad,
And, cardinal, thou shalt be canonized;
For being not mad, but sensible of grief,
My reasonable part produces reason,
That I may be delivered of these woes,
And teaches me to kill, or hang myself;
If I were mad, I should forget my son,
Or madly think a bale of rags were he.
I am not mad; too well I feel
The diffused plague of each calamity.
Make thy demand on those, who own thy power,
Know, I am still beyond thee; and tho' fortune
Has stripp'd me of this train, this pomp of greatness,
This outside of a king, yet still-my soul
Fixed high, and on herself alone dependent,
Is ever free and royal; and even now,
As at the head of battle, does defy thee.

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